Eat Your Dog

Weak and sick, dyin' in the sand No such things as promised land Don't lose faith in a better life Reincarnation, poor excuse You're dyin' you a*sholes, your religion can't help you now Dyin' and starvin' in the fields you used to plough Rotting bones in barren fields Worshipped creature's supposed to heal He won't save you and he won't save me See what you wanna see Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe Starvin' and dyin' in the fields you used to know You're tied and bound to God's useless advice Bloated stomachs from achin' diseases hold back the fight In the end you'll return once more to die again Go on 'til you can't no more in non-eternal sin